How easily and cleverly do I write just now! I am really pleased with myself; words come skipping to me like lambs upon Moffat Hil...l; and I turn my periods smoothly and imperceptibly like a skilful wheelwright turning tops in a turning-loom. There's fancy! There's simile!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Up the reputable walks of old established treesThey stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes...Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in blessing:"I don't wanna play at your house;I don't like you any more."My house stands opposite, on the other hill,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;...In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his clawsAnd gallows, up the rays of his eyes the small birds of the bay....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »